‘How I love words.’ I love the very sound of words when they roll off the tongue, in whispers, platitudes and song.
I love the written word; on rainy days, on summer nights and in the long, cold, winter days. Words be comfort for the soul.
Poetry, oft forgotten, remains a relevant form of writing. The powerful artistry of Shakespeare, the prosy styles of Hemmingway, Steinbeck, the great poetic works of Wadsworth Longfellow, have stood the test of time, as some of the most beloved authors and poets.
The dichotomy, is that each of us loves poetry without being cognisant. Music, is poetry in it’s purest of form. We can sing word for word, our favourite love song, remember the lyrics to every Led Zeppelin tune, appreciate the linguistic talents of Eminen and the lyrical genius of The Beatles.
“ A Day in the Life” is a prose masterpiece, as is John Lennon’s “Imagine.”
We adore the words, of Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Rufus Wainwright and Joni Mitchell. We feel the stirrings of all the Blues greats who sang such soulful words. The lyrics being sung, pierced our souls forever. Although all put to astounding music, read the lyrics, appreciate the magnificence of the power of the poetic word; it’s syntax, rhythm and emotion. It is already music unto itself.
I urge everyone, everywhere, to not think of poetry as fluff, but to awaken to the reality, that we unknowingly are poetry fans, that words have an indefatigable impact on us!
With Love and Blessings,
may you seek out the beauty of it,